Produced & recorded by Quinn Bachand in Sainte-Béatrix, Quebec.
Mixed by Jonathan Anderson in Maple Ridge, British-Columbia and mastered by Philip Shaw Bova in Ottawa, Ontario.
Written by Mike McKenna Jr.
Mike McKenna Jr - Lead vocal, Vocal harmony
Quinn Bachand - Guitar, Violin, Vocal harmony
Vocal harmony, Percussion, Bass
Colin Savoie-Levac - Electric Guitar, Bass
Béatrix Méthé - Vocal
harmony, Benjamin Vallee - Pedalsteel
Oli Bernatchez - Drums
Lyrics
Near the top of the hill
There’s a warning light
And it cuts like a sword in the deepest night
For a fleeting glimpse
You’re a fool if you go
On the blackest part of her cobalt stones
You know it burns so bright
When you’re close to the sun
If it melts your wings than my work’s begun
I can’t bear to see another wasted life
Quickly snatched from the earth mama hold me tight
At the edge of the world
Where the seabirds sing
And so many people come to spread their wings
Every soul I find
There were untold more
Must’ve sunk to the bottom of the ocean floor
You know it burns so bright
When you’re close to the sun
If it melts your wings than my work’s begun
I can’t bear to see another wasted life
Quickly snatched from the earth mama hold me tight
Near the top of the hill
There’s a warning light
And it cuts like a sword in the deepest night